I was always told "you never quite fit the mold of what you see In the print and through the vine" I've never toed the line in between So rough on your own, you ache down to the bone The mask on your head needs a needle and some thread When the burning day is done, you are the only one who calls the shots Never let your engine go- even if it doesn't show, it's all you've got So rough on your own, I won't be coming The mask on my head needs a needle and some thread